Easter has never been a big deal in my family, but sometimes the stories are too good to ignore. I’m just not sure if they speak to the good or bad DNA that courses through my family’s veins. Two Easter observations from my side of the family:
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The three-year-old niece doesn’t quite get Easter egg hunts. When she and a throng of other little ones are set loose on the treasure trove hidden in the local park’s field, she just stands at the starting line. There she is, a towering giant of a three-year-old getting passed up by crawling babies, and still she won’t pick anything up unless told to do so.
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My sister saw this coming and tried to prevent it by “practicing” an Easter egg hunt with my niece.
I guess that means we are, at the same time, aware of the meaningless nature of things like Easter egg hunts, but too competitive to let them pass us by.
Lo Que Dijeron